August 28th, 2003 | 
Author: Naked, they pushed him out into the raging snow. He was marched from the workshop blindly, flakes lashing his eyes.
Rough hands forced him onto his knees.
The round hard feel of the gun against his temple was colder than the biting winds. The click of the hammer echoed through his skull.
“Where is your Santa now?”
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